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MORE fun with scammers on Twitter:

Lydia Parry: “Hello [Waving hand] How are you doing”

Me: “Hello? Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone at home?”

Lydia Parry: “Hey”

Me: “Come on, now. I hear you’re feeling down. Well, I can ease your pain — get you on your feet again.”

Lydia Parry: “How are you doing and how was your day been”

Me: “Relax. I’ll need some information first.”

Lydia Parry: “What”

Me: “Just the basic facts. Can you show me where it hurts?”

Lydia Parry: “Where do you come from”

Me: “There is no pain, you are receding — a distant ship’s smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move, but I can’t hear what you’re saying.”

Lydia Parry: “I come from California state Flag of United States and you”

Me: “When I was a child I had a fever. My hands felt just like two balloons.”

Lydia Parry: “[smiley face] Sound bad to hear from you”

Me: “Now I’ve got that feeling once again. I can’t explain … you would not understand …This is not how I am.”

Lydia Parry: “Sorry I’m just honest to any person that I’ve met
I will understand you”

Me: “I have become comfortably numb.”

Lydia Parry: “Ok”



Throwback Thursday: The Allman Brothers Band

Rest in peace, Gregg Allman.

I first got acquainted with music of The Allman Brothers Band as a first-semester freshman at Mary Washington College in 1990.  My cultural illiteracy as an 18-year-old was embarrassing — especially where music was concerned.  I’d arrived at the small, fairly conservative Virginia state school listening to … well, very little other than what I’d heard on the MTV countdown.  (I started loving Richard Wagner as a high school senior — but that niche interest was rare for someone my age, so far as I was aware.)  It was an ongoing issue when I was a college freshman that upperclassmen would roll their eyes or even occasionally hiss when I told them what music I was into.

Alumnus Steve Miller and his friends were the exception.  They showed me far more patience at their parties in “The Tunnel” between Mason and Randolph Halls — they exposed me to tons of The Allman Brothers, Pink Floyd, The Steve Miller Band, and The Beatles.  (No, the irony of a guy named Steve Miller coincidentally loving The Steve Miller Band was not lost on us.)  Steve and his friends were each, in varying degrees, an amalgam of Obi-Wan and a far mellower version one of the guys from “Animal House” (1978).

The Allman Brothers were really my first extended exposure to Southern rock.  (And, hey, you can’t get much more Southern than a band made up of guys named Berry Oakley or Butch Trucks.)  I listened to them whenever there was a party at Steve’s, even after he started hosting his soirees out of his apartment on Sunken Road. Everyone there loved The Allman Brothers.  I think “Ramblin’ Man” was probably the group’s favorite.

Today, “Midnight Rider” is by far and away my favorite Allman Brothers song.  Curiously enough, though, for the life of me, I do not remember hearing that one in college.  I actually started jamming to it after I heard Rob Zombie include it in the score for the opening montage of “The Devil’s Rejects” horror film in 2005.

Anyway … “The Tunnel” at “Mary Washington College” has apparently now been remodeled into the above-ground “The Link” at “The University of Mary Washington.”

Well la-dee-DA.


The The’s “Helpline Operator”

That headline isn’t a typo — the name of this group actually is “The The,” which made them incredibly hard to Google for me for a very long time.  Turns out song titles help out a lot in online searches.

I used to opine that Depeche Mode was a sexier Pink Floyd with a faster beat.  (Relax purists, I know that absolutely no one can truly compare to Pink Floyd.)  I like to think of “The The” as though they were a low-tech garage-band equivalent of Depeche Mode  — like maybe somebody crossbred Mode with Weezer, and threw some saxophone in.

Anyway, this 1993 album, “Dusk,” brings back college memories for me in the same way that “They Might Be Giants” or “Three Dog Night” probably does for my classmates.